Mountain Drinking Song by Li Po / Li Bai

To drown the ancient sorrows, 
we drank a hundred jugs of wine
there in beautiful moonlight. We couldn’t
go to bed with the moon so bright.
Then finally the wine overcame us
and we lay down on the empty mountain:
earth for a pillow 
and a blanket made of heaven.


Sunday | 27 November 2016 | 03:50 AM
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